Harry sat down hard on the bed. The broken bit of mirror danced away from him; he picked it up andturned it over in his fingers, thinking, thinking of Dumbledore and the lies with which Rita Skeeter was defaming him…
A flash of brightest blue. Harry froze, his cut finger slipping on the jagged edge of the mirror again. He had imagined it, he must have done. He glanced over his shoulder, but the wall was a sickly peach color of Aunt Petunia’s choosing: There was nothing blue there for the mirror to reflect. He peered into the mirror fragment again, and saw nothing but his own bright green eye looking back at him.
He had imagined it, there was no other explanation; imagined it, because he had been thinking of his dead headmaster. If anything was certain, it was that the bright blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore would never pierce him again.
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‘He didn’t catch it, he nearly swallowed it,’ Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference- Harry hadn’t broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results - Gryffindor had won by 170 points to 60.
— Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone
Hermione, you really are the brightest witch of your age I’ve ever met.
“I told you to empty yourself of emotion! Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people, in other words — they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!” —Severus Snape, Chapter 33: Occlumency (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)
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